No storm remains, no soft goodbyes — Just wet sands… and ever-drying eyes...
Poems forever
By Thomas Hood
Unfathomable Night! how dost thou sweep
Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide
The mighty city under thy full tide;
Making a silent palace for old Sleep,
Like his old temple under the hush’d deep,
Where all the busy day he doth abide,
And forth at the late dark, outspreadeth wide
His dusky wings, whence the cold waters sweep!
How peacefully the living millions lie!
Lull’d unto death beneath his poppy spells ;
There is no breath-no living stir—no cry——
No tread of foot-no song-no music- call—
Only the sound of melancholy bells—
The voice of Time-survivor of them all!
By Abid Agha
The tide has turned; the sea recedes
Leaving wet patterns, scattered beads.
And as I stand along the ocean’s shore,
Her memories echo evermore.
In whispered waves, the silence grew,
Repeating love I once thought true.
Each ripple sang of days gone by
Beneath a gray and grieving sky.
Soft echoes drift now through my mind;
At the seaside, memories rewind.
My eyes stay fixed where horizons sway —
Orange and gray at close of day.
Old memories linger, though tears won’t stay;
Dry eyes watch what the waves erase —
A hollow echo in this lonely space.
Yet still I stand where sea meets land,
A silent witness, heart in hand.
No storm remains, no soft goodbyes —
Just wet sands… and ever-drying eyes.
By Laiba Zubair
I look at the birds flying in the sky,
so small and fragile
yet full of light.
I think
that perhaps, at some point in life,
I will reach a moment so high
where I can simply be myself
with no one to deny me.
I look at the birds and think of them.
Have you ever wished to be like them?
By Zeba Aziz
Later that night,
I had a conversation
with the moon.
When it saw me coming,
there appeared joy
on its face
as if it had been waiting
eagerly for me
to come.
As if the soul
within it was numb,
as if it could bear nothing
without me,
as if its light
was only
for me.
I asked, “Why, my friend?
Why don’t you
shine tonight?
Just look at the sky,
and all your little
friends around.”
It remained silent
for a while
and then replied,
“Just like you,
my friend.
I am all alone
in this heavy crowd
around.”
I said, “The beauty of night
is because of you.
The dark sky
needs your light.”
It replied,
“Just like you,
my friend.
Despite seeing
all your hidden tears,
this world wants you
to smile.”
I said, “Don’t compare
yourself with me.”
It said, “Isn’t that
the very reason
you are
here with me?”
I said, “No, my friend,
listen to me.
If you were me,
you would’ve fallen
from the sky.”
It replied with a smile,
“If you were me,
you’d be dwelling
in the sky.”
